Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 887

His voice was rough, tinged with a vulnerability he almost never showed. There was a plea buried in there.

Clara kept her eyes fixed ahead, her tone steady and unyielding. "There's nothing left for us to talk about. We don't belong in the same world."

That last part seemed to trigger something in him. She'd said those exact words before they weren't from the same world. That's how she'd always kept her distance, always refused to let him get close. And now, even after everything, she was still saying it.

He just stood there, silent. The little bit of color that had warmed his face faded fast, leaving him so pale it looked like he might pass out right there.

Jackson stepped forward, grabbing his arm. "Dylan, you need to get some rest. Come on."

Dylan glanced at Clara, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something. One hand pressed carefully against his side.

Clara took a breath, her voice calm. "While you're still with it, let's go. We need to get the divorce papers at Palm Bay. If we wait any longer, the office might close."

"Clara!" Jackson snapped, his eyes flashing. There was a hard edge in his voice

now.

Dylan's whole body went rigid. Sweat stood out on his forehead, and for a second, the whole world seemed to tilt.

in time, panic in

fully pass out, but he was shaking, his skin slick with sweat. He gave a

finally spared him a glance, then looked away almost immediately. "Fine. You can stay here. I'll go to

collapse, and you

She just stood

tightened, then loosened, over and over. Finally, it was like he

now. When I'm

words were so soft, so

back. She just got in her car. "Alright. Mr. Dylan, when you're

that, she started the

He crumpled, eyes rolling

hospital, his mind racing. Only then did he realize how bad it was—the bandages were soaked through with blood, bright

as he re-dressed the wound. "This was a deep out. You need to be extra careful-don't get it wet and watch for infection. If it

He just nodded, trying to

the new bandages were on, Jackson sat at Dylan's bedside, staring at the blood-stained gauze, frustration

on with you and

sweat still clinging to his

sighed. He felt sorry for him he could never be as cold